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Sunshine & Stars
the who.

Geraldine

♥

Stars, balloons, bubbles
I'm who I'll always be.

look back,

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Thursday, June 3, 2010

that stings. it hurts, it does, you know.

so I'm not even important enough to you for you to let me in right? to let me know, what makes you smile, what makes you cry, what makes you laugh. no. no. not to share your accomplishments with, not to share your tears with.

why do I have to act like a stalker and know from fb, blog? why? I dont. I have never, ever, stalked. I dont intend to start.


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not everything goes your way, I know that much. but must it be the way that everytime, everytime, every single time I open up and start to matter about someone, that that person must react at the opposite end of the freaking emotion spectrum.

you matter to me. but who was I to think that I matter to you? wait, have I ever mattered?
no, right.


I feel like swearing. colorfully.




12:13 AM